Thursday, 11 August 2011

My very own Blue Topaz.

Let me tell you a little story:

15 years ago I used to work in the wardrobe / costume department on a T.V series. There was an actress in particular who had wealthy parents and to be honest probably didn't need the job and I guess this probably showed in the way she would turn up on set late and have a complete disregard for rules. Doesn't sound good so far but I actually really liked this about her, and that most of the time she did what she wanted to do but in a cool way. I sometimes used to wish that I could be as care free as she was and not worry so much what others thought. She was the kind of girl that dressed in sweatpants and a baggy jumper would look amazing, she was a walking clothes horse, glamorous with minimal effort. Anyway, let me get to the point of my story. The actress in question always(well nearly always) wore a blue topaz ring that was handed down from a family member and I remember this because it was probably the one thing that I ever witnessed her care about. As a wardrobe mistress it was one of my jobs to make sure all the characters wore only their characters jewellery that we provided . If we let them wear their own personal jewellery you could guarantee they would forget it the next day or a few weeks later. Not good when a programme gets aired and in one shot the ring is on and the next shot there is no ring. This is because the scenes are never filmed in order and there must be continuity with every aspect of the show. Anyway this particular actress not giving a s**t wore a lot of her own stuff a lot of the time and would cause me no end of continuity nightmares, running off to find her replacements that looked vaguely similar everytime she forgot to bring in continuity clothing . As I recall in particular her ring and shoes. Since then I have always associated that blue topaz stone ring with glamour and would be drawn to the topaz pieces in jewllers window displays but never being able to afford one. A few weeks back I walked into a local jewellers and there sitting right in front of me was the perfect ring with a shiny topaz stone, I made the mistake of trying it on, it fit perfectly, I couldn't believe it and stood there trying to figure out ways I could afford it. Coming up with no solutions I had to leave it in the shop.

But would you adam an eve it (believe it) there sitting in my bag today was that very ring. No I didn't steal it. My very very very generous mum had gone back to the jewellers, bought it for me and placed it in my bag to surprise me. I can not believe how lucky I am and 15 years later I have my very own precious piece of glamour. I have had the biggest smile all day. Thank you mum. I Love you, x

10 comments:

Awww! Good for your mum! I have a ring that I find very precious also. It is a big, gaudy amethyst with two small diamonds (gold band-old school) and it was the last gift my Grammy gave me before she died. Coincidentally, it was the last gift her husband (my Grandfather-who I never met) gave her before he died. I was fifteen at the time she gave it to me and I'll never forget after this sweet little moment of giving and receiving she whispered, "Just don't pawn it." LOL! I have always kept it through many, many moves and my gypsy ways, it is the one "thing" I have never let slip away.